“We are all animals, and therefore, we are continually being attracted. That this attraction should extend to what is called love is a human misfortune cultivated by novelists. It is the horror we feel of ourselves, that is of being alone with ourselves, which draws us to love, but this love should happen only once, and never be repeated, if we have, as we should, learnt our lesson, which is that we are, all and each one of us, always and always alone.”
– Henry Green, Letter to G.W. 9 June 1954
Dennis Duncan, “The American Oulipian,” The Times Literary Supplement 27 January 2017
One of his [Harry Matthews] characters muses, “The longer I live — the longer I write — the stronger becomes my conviction that translation is the paradigm, the exemplar of all writing”. It is hard not to read this as Mathews himself thinking out loud.
[See Kafka and Proust.]
“Writing is the stigma that the writer bears…that there’s something wrong with you.”
– Rachel Cusk at Green Apple Books on the Park, San Francisco, 25 January 2017